THOUGHTS FOR THE TIMES.
Ai'tkh w.inns Jn Fi.aniikp.s. (By an Cnknowu Civilian). Out of their mingled earth tall trees are sprouting. Withered their laurels now. their names unguessed; Here, where they died to save unothing doubting. Sheltered from our forgetfulness they rest. Falls once again the twilight of November, | liese gave their lives when life vfcns at the .May. Have I the right to whisper, “I remember” ? I was not with them when they marched away. All that they never had was mine, full measure. Dying, they passed to me their heritage— Love, friendship, toil, achievement learning, leisure. Voices of t kildren. golden middleage. Ami, with it all. the knowledge never sleeping. Though none reproached, that 1 was not as they. That Life is won by losing, lost by keeping - I was not with them when they marched away. London “Observer” on Armistice Day.
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Hokitika Guardian, 18 January 1926, Page 2
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144THOUGHTS FOR THE TIMES. Hokitika Guardian, 18 January 1926, Page 2
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